The silence Zephyr left in his wake was a physical thing, heavy and suffocating. It pressed down on the garden, smothering the fragrance of the flowers, stilling the very air. Raula sat frozen, her delicate hands clenched in her lap, the fine bones of her knuckles standing out white against her skin. The name Selene echoed in her mind, a cursed incantation that unraveled the fragile composure she had fought to maintain.
They were both dealing with a lot of thoughts now. For Dorianna it was a mixture of emotions. She could still feel anger but at the same time she could not deny that she was also feeling guilty. The things that Zephyr had said found a way to get to her and she hated it.
For Raula, she felt like her heart was tearing apart. It was clear that Selene was not going anywhere, she was here to stay and Raula was finding it very difficult to handle that. She wished Dorianna was not here so that she could get off her damned wheelchair!